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Neopoet Weekly 09/22/24 to 09/28/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-28 15:22

   This Week’s winner is Jokerface82

 

THE WRATHFUL SEA

 

Her salted bludgeoning maw
swallowed vessels and galleys
with its green saline gullet of
ulcers
barnacles, and a throat full of oily
spots of acne sticky limpets

Treasures guarded by a circle
of sharks in an ocean restaurant
pinching crabs,
and swaying seaweed keeping naval
secrets.

A wave of wrathfulness, tossing
clubbing, floating ships, drowning
them into the abyss.
stripping seamen Into
skeletons with silent screams.

Supported by a howling killer
of a storm . Ripping, blowing holes
into arthritis wooden decks into oblivion
into the coldest dark depths.

         

 

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Nepoet Weekly 09/15/24 to 09/21/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-21 14:59

                                                                                      This Week’s winner is Jokerface82

 

Grandiose Majestic Mountain

There stood a majestic
Craggy face with razor blade
Edges of a monstrous
time honoured mountain

Turning its rocky nose up
at anything below him, robust
Jagged and risky, high stabbing
armour with White shark tip
Cut throated fins.

Bald rugged with a silent manner
cold stone as white as marshmallow
steep and strong, bold and old
broad frosted shoulders

With powdered freckles and a storm grey
complexion it wore a white necklace
and a frosted crown, made
by heaven.

 

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Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Thu, 2024-09-19 21:21

 

The Winner of the Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest is  scribbler

 

AUTUMN'S CUSP

 

 

Mid October a cool day
with a northern cooling breeze.
All hints of summer gone away.
The few green leaves are just a tease.

Tomorrow will bring the first frost
so this day finds me 'neath the trees
absorbing warmth before its lost
and limbering up titanium knees.

For I'm not what I once was.
Time has seen that I am not,
So I sit on a stump to take a pause
and breathe autumn's scent which I'd forgot.

Then turn my face up to the sky
as cool front winds begin to blow.
I watch the clouds as they race by.
They leave like friends I used to know.

My eyes water from sun's glare
so I drop my head down to my chest
letting my chin settle there
while I count the ways that I am blessed.

I'm blessed with our cabin in the trees
I'm blessed with seeing one more fall.
I'm blessed with grandchildren to tease.
I'm blessed with being here at all.

I watch a squirrel climb to its nest
for now the sun is getting low
so ere' it reaches ridge's crest
I arise then turn and go.

 

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Neopoet Weekly 09/8/24 to 09/14/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-14 14:30

This Week’s Winner is  Edward nigma

 

 Cage of cards

 

 Chaotically clustered
cage of
cards covering
all
cynically silent
sides of life
plainly plastered
before my
persistently passing
presence of
the present day.
Thoughtlessly thrashing
out the leisurely
overlapping lanes
of possibilities
prancing through
the pressuring palms
of probability.
With a single stern stomp
taking back the cross
mask of control.
There steadily
stumbled down
the obliquely built
walls of ambiguity
freely falling at
my frivolously
fleeting feet.
Vigorously revealing
the vaguely vapid
valley of victorious
vultures who
persistently preys
upon the weak
minded ones
who decisively numb
themselves within naivety .
But still
I walk forth
ahead through
the foreboding facade
of fear
lying before me.

 

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Neopoet Weekly 09/01/24 to 09/07/24

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-09-08 00:50

This Week’s Winner is Trail

 

Echoes

 

Once there was a man
Who wrote beautiful music
He wrote the music because he was sad
He was sad because he was all alone

But he was noticed for his music
He ended up being loved for it
And in being loved
He lost his sadness
And his music soon after

 

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5-7-5 Haiku (an attempt)

Submitted by Rula on Mon, 2012-09-03 03:31

The sun quietly
tiptoed on the sky's dark page
then a new dawn smiled.

Pomme

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2012-09-02 20:49

the red fierce bride
by her tigers side

longing flesh bitten forbidden

she comes astride
the bold arch
the rivers pride

Eighteen Again

Submitted by Valyrianne on Sun, 2012-09-02 09:19

No words can ensnare the soft waves
of ecstasy that break the shores of our bodies
It is as twilight at dusk and dawn
where the creamy orange flame of day
meets the blue-black velvet sky
When truth is rich in the quiet moments
and whispers of passion are released
through primal cries of pleasure
and eyes are held wide open
to catch the fringed outlines
of youthful fire and smiles
that hold a lifetime of hidden desires

EIN SPATZ :) ein

Submitted by Geremia on Sun, 2012-09-02 08:46

EIN SPATZ

ein Spatz kam zu mir an diesem Morgen
und wisperte in meinem Ohr diese Warnung:
wir, die Spatzen, singen nur ein Tag
hören Sie dann
und schwelgen Sie in meinem Lied
weil Morgen werde ich weg sein.
wieso ist es mit allen Wesen
Süße sind die Lieder, die wir singen
kurz die Zeit
lange die Erinnerung

The Study

Submitted by Search on Sun, 2012-09-02 01:59

Amidst the chaotic scenery
I had lost my muse
How horrible
For a poet to have no words to share
Indeed I felt lost
So during the nights I dreamed
Peculiar things I saw in my dreams
But none worthy to be spoken as poetry
Just dreams

But then I began to hear a voice
A voice of a woman mumbling
Mumbling things to herself
Practicing a conversation by herself
Day by day I would hear her voice through the walls
Talking to herself

DARK COUNTRY

Submitted by t. reflexion on Sun, 2012-09-02 00:58

Before Faraday came and left
We lit torches, held up candles
Oil lamp led through winding pathways
Darkness hung on the murky night

Passion struck in lightening glare
The earth magnetized, pulled and pushed
Hinted the imminent discharge
Darkness pushed by force of voltage

We built huge dams and gas turbines
To provoke the power of light
As it’s done elsewhere all over
In the advanced world of men

WITH EACH NEW DAY

Submitted by scribbler on Sat, 2012-09-01 12:42

Far too many times my ship floats on
troubled seas of long past memories
haunting my nights until the dawn
might have beens which taunt and tease

Wide awake in never ending night
regrets replaying through my head
as cold and restless lunar light
spills through windows to my bed

Thinking of my long and twisting trail
too often I chose the wrong branch
but as eastern sky begins to pale
I prepare for yet another chance

Cuaresma

Submitted by Geremia on Sat, 2012-09-01 09:20

CUARESMA
Isaiah 43:25
"Yo, yo soy quien borra sus transgresiones para mi propia consideración, y yo no recordaré sus pecados.”

Mis días me son Cuaresma
y lo que de mí rindo
de buena gana no lo doy.
pedazos de quién soy
caen de mi alma
desconocida
hasta no me queda
nada
de esta vida...

LENT

Isaiah 43:25 "I, I I am who erases his infringements for my own consideration, and I I will not recall his sins."

Becoming Serendipity Part 1

Submitted by Seren on Sat, 2012-09-01 06:47

i.

these are just some
of the million things,
I’ve wanted to tell her
but we never, have the time

there are a thousand
days of light and mystery
that were brought into my life …

Tu-whit!- Tu-whoo!

ii.

I forgot these things
as I flow into the ether
surrounding the pillars
of Olympus, and I,
rest in wait …

Tu-whit!- Tu-whoo!

iii.

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